Crede Deo

Man praying on the summit of a mountain at sun set with the moon in the sky.

Depending in the ebbs and flows of fortune I find myself in incantatory fashion intoning ‘Trust God,,,trust God,,,trust God’. And yet I feel that God is tired of my endless petitions…or rather my very few but constantly drilled petitions. Sometimes I feel that me and God should just call it a day.  He’s done it before;  in Genesis.  If the ‘horrid thing’ is going to happen, I think I would prefer it sooner than later,

Trust God, Trust God, Trust God.